I offered thread removal to him, because we were tromping into dangerous territory. He did not know who I was, but offered a few times to "take care of things", and I could not tell whether his motivation was to work out my identity to begin something legal.

Not previously stated was... this guy encouraged my ex to initiate a malpractice suit against a different dentist. One that had improperly treated her, but I don't know if it was malpractice level...

Later I found out... this other dentist was about to be a direct competitor, after he moved offices.

I'm not saying. I'm just saying.

I wonder how some people justify shit like that to themselves?

without a second thought.

I'm eating a can of Vienna sausages in a bourbon bbq (flavored) sauce, when I skewered one w/the teethpick, pulled it outta the can...and it was round, and wrinkly on the other end.:greenface

Felt like what I imagine eating a little puppy peter dipped in bbq sauce and skewered on a teethpick would feel like.

I think I just ruined Vienna sausages for myself. That, or puppy peters, one or the other.:neutral:

That was just the end of a sausage string.

It's the jungle out there.

I am familiar with sausage.

I had heard that.

Stop that. Stoppit right now.






Silly.

I have no idea. but today I keep bursting into tears. life is just a sucky pile of shit sometimes and I'd really like it to stop beating on me and mine ktxbai? I'd love to be able to put it down to the menopause but I can't yet, apparently. ...that joy is still to come :(. Just shoot me now. Or make it stop. Give me a fucking break. I'm ready for the winter break

Watching the PA Farm Show on TV, they have a team competition where the teams shear sheep, clean, card and dye the wool, spin the yarn and weave a shawl. Then they judge them and auction off all the shawls, all in one day.

The Grand Champion shawl, which went for $2700, was modeled by the team leader, a woman with PURPLE HAIR. Obviously a natural leader. :D

Monster is obviously a natural leader, and doing a damn good job. Amirite?

Word, yo.

A fearless liter!

Fearless litre.

Fixed it.

I'll vote for that.
I (just) have a wee bit of flu. So after Mr Limes went to work this morning, I sat and bawled and wailed I want my mummy. I haven't felt this rough in twenty years.